The speech heralded changes in the policies of the governance and in the lifestyles of hoi polloi. I was breathtaken by the aura of the illuminati and that matured the sense of humility and solicitude in me towards the generals. The large crowd that embellished the hall by its presence slowly seeped away into the belts and regions to pour the nectar of the great convention into the lives and occupations of people that were facing cultural famine or were leading oneself to such disaster in absence of truist and naturalist speakers and advertisers of Bharatiya cultures and traditions. The nation that had faced number of conflicts and atrocities for over centuries in the past and the people who ran from such cruelties had developed casteist theorems of life over the rich cultures required to be woven into the garland of Bharata and this rendezvous punctilio paved the way that let the people know what their Bharata truly is. The newsletters propounded various names of the programme like 'Dharma Mahasabha', 'Sangeeti' and 'Sanskriti Sammelan' and 'Prajna Pratisthan'. Just like the Vedas suggest that the dark night of culmination of human societies persist the same period as long as the evolutionary yugas continue on the earth, the pertinacious Bharata, having faced abominations from all round for a considerable period of time, had prepared itself to give rise to the de novo sun that will re-perpetuate the cultural evolution of human kinds in the world.
When I returned from the national capital, Brother Hemanta and the other P.G. members had prepared a surprise welcome programme. I was happy to have the P.G. members as my family. They served me such that it was my own apartment.
Warden: You have held our heads high Agastya!
As I checked my phone when entered the room, there was an overflow of messages in texts and videos from known and unknown contacts I could have gone through.
Brother Hemanta: (entering into the room) Agastya! Since you have left Nepal and come here to pursue your career, I can see that you have involved yourself into getting fame. You participated in the chess competition and you won. You cracked the CLAT exam and achieved first position in the whole Bharata. In the interview with Prakhar, you mentioned about your goal of being the governor. You further organized a new system of Dipawali celebrations in our hometown. A businessman started clothing bank startup on your suggestion. You solved the decades-long mystery of Dugdhu village and became a part of its governance through the Utkarsha i.e. your team in the college. Now, you have attended the programme 'Cultural Codes of Bharata' where the greatest personalities of present-day Bharata assembled. Not only this, you orated a highly influential speech and sung 'Kamalapuri' with Mr. Deshbandhu. Are you serious of what is going into our life? You may have developed such an aura and art of speaking with the masses but not us. But, we have to answer on your part on various topics that has nothing to do in our life. How will I focus on my studies? I never asked this question to myself but now, I am asking it to you.
Me: Hemanta! What are you saying? I believed you are all in support with me and I am supporting the utmost to the family. It's your firm stand on the cultures and traditions on our family that I am able to showcase it to the world. It's not my popularity but the fragrance of our familial toil and perseverance should smite everywhere. This will be considered as our prosperity.
Brother Hemanta: (shouts) Enough of your persuasion Agastya!
He called Dad on the phone and complaint the same. Dad asked him to pass me the phone.
Dad: Agastya, you have stepped up into the political sphere and thus, I can't call you back but you should have examined the status of the family. We are the bourgeois people who earn by running a small business. We are not so resourceful and influential in the society. Anyone can approach us and put forward questions or statements without any hesitation in their behavior. It has been a tough time for us when you left Nepal. You may be extraordinary but we don't have the capacity to handle you now. You have to do it on your own. Rudra and Bhargav are too of the same opinion. However, your mother is not of the opinion but if you truly wish the betterment of family, either leave these tasks anyhow or involve into creating the finance or live on your own.
When Dad had said this, I didn't wish to argue with him for he was telling the right for his family.
Me: Dad, I will move right now but won't take anything of the possessions that were mine. I will return back once I have collected a good resource of finance that will secure us.
I moved out on the streets of Jaigarh. I could feel the streets weren't the same I walked on during my Jaigarh trip. Had I known the paths to Shri Hari Temple, I followed the streets to its premises and slept on the balcony.
It was around 4 o'clock in the morning when my phone rang. It was Soumya. I feared what had happened at once that the person who usually got up at seven in the morning was calling so early in the Brahma muhurat. When I picked the call, she asked me if I was fine. However, it was not possible for her to know that I had left home but it may be her instinct or a dream that woke her up. Sharing her the truest of my emotions and experiences is one of my favourite jobs in life. I feel my struggles with life should always be the stories to celebrate in her eyes. Although, the news may have disheartened her but I said it. Her stupefied expressions on the phone suggested me about the tears that rolled down her eyes.
Me: Are you crying Soumya?
She sobbed further.
Soumya: The guy who understands my feelings without seeing or hearing me, the guy who loves me the utmost, the guy who is all captivating, a charming guy who anyone would fall into love with, the guy who I know but have no words to express who he is rather just enjoy the life with him is spending his night under the open sky in this winter for he has been asked to unfollow his vision and I am the one who calls herself a true friend of him is sleeping on her warm and cosy bed. Shouldn't I take her share of pain from my friend's life, mamu? (Soumya, in a heavy voice, explained what her tears spoke about.)
Me: Don't worry Soumya. There are people who will definitely help me. I just didn't want to disturb their sleep. If not, I shall occupy a room in the hostel. Gurudev will allow me.
Soumya: Should I tell this to mom? (vents anger) I can't believe how can grandpa and other mamas ask you to leave or help in creating wealth. I thought they are wise but I now feel they are coward.
Me: Cool down Soumya. Cool down please. It's not that they are coward but they are known of their status of life and I had increased the vulnerabilities of the whole family. If I wish to stand where I am today, it's necessary to create wealth. Finance management is a must for the vision I have discovered in my life. I had thought of it too but I hadn't known that my family would be dubious of me.
Soumya: (disheartened) Please get the job done as soon as possible mamu. I have learnt in Chanakya Neeti that residing in others houses is the most excruciating. I don't want you to suffer.
Me: Okay, you may sleep now. I will call you later.
Soumya: Take care mamu. Love you!
Me: Love you too Soumya!
I recalled and took account of what had happened in the past and how could I move forward. When it was six in the morning, the priest came to open the door of the temple and found me sleeping in the balcony. He recognised and hence approached towards me.
The Priest: Son Agastya! What happened to this devoted guy who has come in the refuge of the Lord?
Me: Pranipaat! The whole of the universe is his asylum. It's an irony that people don't believe it so, when they are docked with fortunes. I am always at the service of the lotus-eyed but today, this devotee has rightfully come to have him in my service. Please, open the door.
The Priest: Come with me Mohini-putra! (He took his keyring and opened the temple ) It's our fortune to have you enter the temple at the earliest.
Entering the garbhagriha, the priest assigned himself the tasks of cleaning the Lord's idol and adorning him with the ornaments and garlands he had brought with him. I sat on the asana and chanted the hymns of Shri Hari stotram. The priest sprinkled the holy water of the Ganges in the garbhagriha that energized my soul from its latency. Awaited of his signal for help, my eyes had their focus on the simpering face of the Shaligram.
A soft hand rested on my right shoulder from behind. I was bewildered on seeing Bhanu by my side. I questionably gestured her presence to which she replied nothing except a name 'Soumya'. As I looked behind, the Utkarsha, Dakshit & Dikshita and Aisha followed Bhanu into the temple. Aisha angrily approached towards me.
Aisha: Silly Agastya! Couldn't have you called any of us when you were in trouble? Tell me if anyone is unwilling to help you indeed? Why did you have to sleep on the balcony of temple? Why do you think that you are a lone warrior? If you had left your family for whatever reason, you could have come to your own family of Utkarsha. Bhanu says it right that you must be punished for your deed. Shall I slap you? Hmm?
I could say nothing.
Dakshit and Dikshita, both, were of the same opinion. They wished to provide me apt support. Jagriti too had something to say.
Jagriti: I can't imagine of a person like you Agastya. We complaint you on your resistance towards your rights and when you accepted it, you rightfully approached to the one 'the Almighty' to have him in your service. You are amazing Agastya!
Mukul and Jaidev assured me that they would protect me from unwanted disturbances to lead myself on my vision.
Bhanu neared me close. With her one hand on my left cheek and the other on my chest and her eyes uttered deep love and contentment for me.
Bhanu: (gently) Come with me Agastya. Let's live-in together. I am affectionately waiting for us to be together forever. You have been my tutor since we met and I wish I am always after you.
Me: So shall it be Bhanu!
I turned to Shri Hari and bowed down to him. I bowed down to the priest and he blessed me to grow radiant. When I looked at my team standing firm at my back, I invoked Soumya to appear on the psyche in order to pay my gratitude towards her.
Everyone prepared to move back. Bhanu took me to her rental apartment and we readied up to attend the college thereafter. It was the seventh semester running in my graduation where we learnt about taxation, pleading and conveyancing, labour laws and et al. This was the next chapter in our problem detection theory of the case 'State of Hariyan vs. Imaze Landmarks Pvt. Ltd. [2020]'. Jagriti had tried to solve the puzzle for around three years but still couldn't detect the slightest trace of hint to solve it. But her furor and agitation over the conspirator grew day-by-day.
Jagriti: I can't understand why are the shareholders sitting quiet and doing nothing to revive their company. (She told me about her conversation with one of the shareholders of the company but his reply on holding patience couldn't solace her.)
Me: They are the owners, Jagriti. And you are just a well-wisher. They can understand your feelings and your struggle but the right time to take action is yet to come. They must be preparing for their defense.
Jagriti: If it's not solved on time, the next syllabus may include the case name and it will put the company's image down Agastya. And if it is not solved, it gonna be a havoc to many lives. (She expressed her worry for the company.)
Me: This case will become a landmark case in history Jagriti. And yes, the students will learn about it in their syllabus. Cool down! They will read about the employee who cracked the case against the state government on favour of her company. It will be you! The conspirators must be enjoying the wealth while the owners have accepted their fault now.
Her grave expressions remarked her intolerance within the self.
In the evening, I entered the Rivaaze Vastra Udhyog Pvt. Ltd. where Dakshit was interrogating with the employees working under his shade. He wanted their feedbacks on the general management of the firm. He often asked them what their personal agenda on the company affairs said. When he saw me there, he asked me to stay in the office.
Dakshit brought a bag with him while entering the office.
Dakshit: Agastya! I have arranged some new fashionable clothes for you in our ethnic taste. I thought when you took nothing with yourself while leaving home, you will need these at the earliest. Please, have a look.
I saw the hand-made cotton and woolen clothes designed with silk embroidery and the ethnical patterns printed on them exposed the richness of our culture in its simplicity.
Me: If I am not wrong, Dikshita must have sewn these for me.
Dakshit: How can you be wrong Agastya? Yes, Dikshita has prepared these three pairs of clothing on her own. (He turned his laptop towards me to show what trends had Vastra.com been setting in the mindsets of Bharatiya population and overseas after the programme 'Cultural Codes of Bharata' and his series of 'Paridhaan: Ek Katha, Ek Pratha'. The boost in demands and revenue was substantial. Rivaaze Vastra Udhyog received good response from overseas Bharatiya plethora too. A native US icon in fashion industry had advanced his will to initiate a subsidiary of Vastra.com in US.)
After all this, I have no words to thank you Agastya. So, on permission of Dad, I and Dikshita have a small gift for your contributions to our company. Please do not say no. Let us somehow repay your credits on us.
Dakshit asked me to follow him to the grounds of the factory. When I reached out, there was a car shaded under its cover. As Dakshit pulled out the cover, I was shocked to see Toyota 4×4AT 2.8 Diesel fortuner car. The 7-seater Sparkling Crystal Black vehicle had tweaked front and rear bumpers and new LED headlamps with integrated LED DRLs. On the interior, it had an eight-inch touchscreen infotainment system with Apple Carplay and Android Auto, connected car technology, a cooled glove-box, automatic climate control and cruise control. The safety measures were seven air bags, ABS with EBD, rear parking sensors, seat-belt reminder system, speed alert system and park assistance system and much more to describe about.
Before I could say anything, the mayor of the district Mr. Durjaya entered into the factory with his associates. I asked Dakshit to safely park it as it was not the right time to go on a ride.
The mayor who had the executive powers of the city and considered to be its first citizen didn't visit any place without reason. And we personally knew about Durjaya. I was debarred to enter the office while Durjaya talked to Dakshit and Uncle Sarvanand. Being the highest officer of the District Industries Centre, Durjaya proposed to have Rivaaze Vastra Udhyog Pvt. Ltd. registered under DIC that would facilitate it with various schemes and the owners would be the permanent board members of the public limited company. Durjaya tried to persuade both of them a lot and threatened that Visvarak won't let them prosper over him but they refused. After a two hour long discussion, Durjaya came out of the office dissatisfied.
Durjaya: (approaching to me) You are not doing it right Agastya. Visvarak is preparing to be M.P and he will come out fine and healthy when he is of certain of his position. Don't indulge yourself into all these. You are young so, enjoy your life. I am telling only for you had my dad out of the court case.
Me: You mayn't take care of me Durjaya. I will handle myself anyway. You say Visvarak will come out one day and he will be elected as minister. Tell him, his paralysed mind will paralyse his body once again. He is nothing in front of me.
I had asked my team to be prepared and be charged when I returned back to room. During my return, some bikers followed me but I kept on moving straight. My team associates helped me in tracking their movements and countering the attacks. They carried the sharp knives, acid bottles and a shotgun too. As I walked through the crowd, an unknown guy who almost pierced the poison injected needle into my stomach was pushed from aside and the needle hit me below the left lung. I took the syringe out and projected it to the nape of the attacker. Despite pierced by the syringe, he ran away. I was worried of Bhanu. The poison had an speedy action in my body and I was unconscious in the middle of the road. People gathered to see me dying but did nothing. This news reached to the ears of Bhanu who was not more than 70-75 metres away and she hurriedly came up. She called Mukul for help and they both took me to hospital.
The doctors used anti-toxins that counteracted the effect of the poison but they were surprised to know I didn't require it. My body treated itself. A half-hour later, when I was conscious, I called Bhanu if she was there. She came to me and started crying. She was fine and this brought me to rest. Mukul attended a telephone call on my phone that said he won't make any mistake the next time. Doctor asked both of them to go out once again while he was inquisitive of the fact that my body treated the deadly poison itself.
Me: I have consumed poison in an adequate quantity tolerable by human body for around three years now. The attacker must have injected a 15ml syringe that made me unconscious.
Mukul urged to prepare a security system for me but I refused him to do so.
Me: When there will be people around me who are loyal and loving to Bharata, I will be completely secured only that day.
Aisha, in her message, said she would poison her father-in-law the same way he did it to me. But, I forcefully ordered her not to do anything right now.
Mukul dropped me and Bhanu safely to our room.
When Durjaya was informed of my health condition, he was agitated. He had already prepared to put charges on Rivaaze Vastra Udhyog Pvt. Ltd. on illegal demarcation of its land property and he did it so the next day. He had prepared false land assessment records of the Punia family and their company. The notice sent to the company read that it had encroached one meter of land across a length of 167metres of the factory on its west side that belonged to a woman named Sofia Suni and thus, it was ordered to break down its wall on the west and pay the penalties as mentioned. Sofia Suni was none other than the head supervisor of the company who was awarded a part of land behind the factory for her excellent service in the company for more than ten years. She had close contact with the factory workers and thus, when Dakshit came to Sofia, she raised the voices against the company. I could feel it was the same modus operandi the Imaze Landmarks was shut down and the shareholders were sent to jail. This suggested me that the conspirators were working somewhere around and perhaps, it was Visvarak who provided them his asylum.
It was the right time to call Sumati. Sumati, the savvy girl who I faced with during the chess competition, had completed her masters in public policy and cleared her UPSC mains exams. She was an active member of TUSHTI Sansthan. When I had last interrogated with her during the Dipawali three years ago, she had her opinion on the vision Bharata should envisage to lead itself to the most developed nations on humane grounds. She proposed the programme of founding a system that generates self-assured and progressive citizens on a global level, yet rooted to their cultural moorings. So, when I approached to her with the request of saving the life of the untainted and fancy anchor of cultural Bharata from ill mannerisms of the jealous rivals, she was bound to accept it.
The legal department of Rivaaze Vastra Udhyog Pvt. Ltd had obtained a stay order on the actions of the mayor. The court provided a week to the company as an opportunity to provide satisfactory evidences and arguments against the charges. In the meeting where Dakshit, Dikshita, Uncle Sarvanand and their fellow associates were discussing to have a solution, I entered there with Sumati.
Dakshit: Agastya! Have you thought of any solution? You must have. What can we do now?
Me: I am sorry Dakshit. I have no solution to this problem but I have one who can lead you to solution. Meet Sumati, an active member of TUSHTI Sansthan and a master of public policy. She is here to help us. I have made her understand the scenario.
Dakshit: Hi Sumati. I am glad that you are here to help us.
Sumati: Let's keep these formalities aside and focus on the solution. First of all, we should not let the employees protest for longer time. We have to settle this issue first and if you follow as I say, it can be done today. For this, I have to talk to you in privacy Daskhit. Can we?
Dakshit assented and called her in his office.
My team who was invigilating the protestors outside were baffled to know the discontinuance of some of employees in the protests. One of them informed me that the employees who were unwllingly taking part in the protests were threatened to repay the rent of two years that the company had paid in advance for them or they would be called to the civil court. Further, he said that one of the male employees in the company told him about the insurance policy the company had drawn for the protection of male employees working in the factory premises while the females, who dominated the workspace, weren't given the benefits. Thus, the male employees left the protests to receive the employee insurance award. The remaining protestors who continued to strike against the company except Sofia Suni were, under the principle of 'Break and Rule', called one-by-one by either Dikshita or Dakshit himself and coaxed or forced to leave the protests on various grounds of sects, benefits, losses or respect. Two days later when Sofia Suni tried to incite the employees but couldn't, Dakshit nabbed her in the factory.
Dikshita: (angrily holding her face) Sofia, why did you plot against us and the company that has given you an identity in the society? Don't you remember who you were in the past?
Sofia: (angry in vengeance) I will call my sect and get all of you punished for torturing me.
"I know you would say this." Sumati called Mr. Jamshed Hakim, father of Sofia, and gave her a befitting reply. Jamshed Hakim is one of the religious leaders in the district and a senior executive of the TUSHTI Sansthan working in Jaigarh.
"Abba!" Sofia was startled on seeing him.
Sofia: I had no other option. One day when I was returning back from Agra with my child, I met with two men in the taxi I rode it to home. They didn't say anything until I reached home. But when I got off, one of them said that not every man travelling at night in a taxi is a culprit. Just like you, there are other people who seldom travel at night opposed to their will. Take care. The same men met me again and again everywhere I went. Sometimes, it was only one of them and sometimes it were both. I befriended them both. I was charmed by their behaviour towards me. One day after the national festival of 'Cultural Codes of Bharata', while I celebrated the company's boost in growth of its demands and revenue, they both were depressed. They further provoked me that the growing popularity of Bharatiya culture will ruin our sectional growth. So, they wrote down some papers of pledges for all of us three that we shall work together in favour of our own culture. But I didn't know that I signed some other papers too that are the arguments against the company. When I was informed of this fact, he had nabbed my child. That day I realised they weren't of our sect Abba. Their names are Chirag Seth and Gajnesh Amatya. Even if you get my child back, there's lot more I have lost to them. So, I lived to their aspiration but failed.
We were silent on hearing her. Mr. Hakim was sure of her truthfulness.
Dakshit: Where can we get the two men?
She replied she didn't know. She recalled that it was their habit of playing snooker at the pool.
Uncle Sarvanand: (concerned) We may find them but what will we prove to the court?
Dakshit: Yes, Sumati. What's next?
Me: The next is on.
After four days of constantly zero progress, the rivals were elated. This was the moment when the over-confident guys fell into the trap of their own passion. Jagriti and I reached the pool located at the Roopasthali building. We were disguised in different appearances. Srinivasa was enjoying his evening playing the snooker with his fellow partners. The divas at the pool served them the fizzy drinks. I approached to the table alone. Jagriti signalled me the arrival of the two gentlemen. Srinivasa met them and proposed a challenge that one who would win the game at one chance would take three times the amount of his bet i.e. a net worth of fifteen crores or lose the amount of bet.
Mr. Srinivasa: Mr. Chirag, what are you thinking of? You are a champion at snooker. Go ahead. (He provoked Chirag while Gajnesh was enjoying his drink at the counter.)
Jagriti joined him and as suggested, gave sensuous signals in her conversation. She served him more than twelve shots of his favourite drink and thus, he was intoxicated. On the other side, Mr. Chirag had won the amount.
Mahima cheered for him and when Chirag wished to inform this news to Gajnesh, she interrupted.
Mahima Roy: C'mon Chirag! I am here at your service. The winner always has me on his side. I will inform this news to Gajnesh. Enjoy the pool!
Chirag: (pulling Mahima towards him) You may if Sinivasa has no problem.
Mahima turned to Srinivasa and blinked at him. Mahima informed Gajnesh that his fellow partner Mr. Chirag had lost the whole amount they received as per the contract. Jagriti goaded the befuddled Gajnesh that how anyone could take charge of his money and lose it in the game.
Jagriti: He shouldn't have taken such a challenge. Mr. Srinivasa retook the amount he gave it to you. I am worried my mister that he 'Mr. Chirag' will someday cheat and ruin you if you allow him to take control on your money.
Gajnesh: (in his tipsy movements) You are right. I shouldn't let him take my money and bet on the amount. I want my half-amount 2.5 crores. Let's move to a room dear. And you (to Mahima), tell him to send my share to my room.
Jagriti took Gajnesh to a room.
Mahima: Gajnesh wants his share of money i.e. 2.5 crores only. He is with a girl in the room 205. He has asked you to send his share to the room.
Chirag: (laughingly) Okay. Here it is. You may hand him in his room.
Chirag took his share in two different bags and climbed downstairs. I, in my fortuner, followed Chirag's Innova on the roads and streets until he entered the foxhole. When he was about to feed the little boy (Sofia's child), I blitzed into his house and had a terrible fight with him. He took out his gun but while running here and there, he slipped on the surface during which he shot himself on the chin. I took the little boy and the cash with me. Jagriti had left Gajnesh asleep in the room and took the cash with her. I called her to the address where Sofia lived. I left the amount 2.5 crore rupees at her home and the cash brought by Jagriti was left in a bag at the foxhole of Chirag and Gajnesh. While leaving, we called the police and the media from Chirag and Gajnesh's phones. We left the phones there and ran back to the factory. It was a risky job.
Chirag was yet alive when the police entered the house. He was taken to the hospital. The police and the media began to investigate the scenario where they found the mechanisms of preparing the fake documents and a bag full of 2.5 crore rupees. The photocopies of Sofia's land papers were left there while I had brought the originals with me. A team of the police further reached to Sofia's house where they found the same coloured bag with 2.5 crore rupees in it. It was noted that the culprit Mr. Chirag and Mrs. Sofia together prepared fake documents to sue Rivaaze Vastra Udhyog Pvt. Ltd and had received money from an unknown person i.e. the one who wished the downfall of the company. The next morning, when Gajnesh hurriedly came to his residence and saw the investigation bar, he tried to flee away. He fleed to meet Visvarak at his home but wasn't allowed to meet him. He met Srinivasa in his office. Srinivasa blamed him for his loss and they had a noisy baffle at the office. Gajnesh hustled out furiously when he saw Mahima jokingly smiling at him. He couldn't understand what had happened the last night.
Assimilating all the necessary documents as evidences and noting down effective arguments in the legal outwork of the case, Sumati had fulfilled her promise of proving the company's innocence on the said crime. The whole of the ploy was outlined by Sumati and further edited by Jagriti at some places. I just worked as an aid to all what had happened. The day when the company was given its opportunity to be heard at the court, the legal department provided the defensive arguments supported by the evidences. Chriag and Sofia were arrested and their statements acknowledged their acceptance of involvement into the crime. Chirag didn't name Gajnesh and this was what I wanted.
The judgement came in favour of Rivaaze Vastra Udhyog Pvt. Ltd and the judge further remarked on a civil inquiry on the mayors' assessment of records. A letter of notice was sent to the Union Ministry of Finance to send an officer or a team who would carry out the investigation on the mayors' conduct of his affairs.
It was like a festival where Dakshit, Dikshita, Aisha, Mukul, Jagriti, Uncle Sarvanand and others were celebrating their win on the case.
Sumati: (approaching me) Agastya! No one can defy the power of persuasion that you have in your language. When you made me remember my vision on life, I just couldn't figure out what my vision actually meant and I accepted your elaboration of my vision. But now, when I see all of them enjoying and expressing their gratitude towards me, I feel you understood my vision better. I am thankful to you. Everyone needs a friend like you who understands the other better than s/he does himself/herself. Once I become the mayor of this district, I will need your help the utmost. The present official staff won't aid in bringing the required change in our district.
Me: I wish for the best of your perceived future.
In the evening party where all of us assembled to enjoy, Dakshit and Dikshita cheered for Sumati and wished for her bright future with the motive of bringing dawn to the sleepy system of governance in the district and further in the nation. I decided to leave early. Aisha tried to stop me.
Me: Aisha, enjoyment comes from within. But, the need is to wake the senses. (And I took leave.)
In the early next morning, I had reached Dugdhu village where I kept the Uncle Sarvanand remarked his concern. safely in the underground storehouse of Bhagwaan Das' home. Before anyone could watch and recognise me, I left the place at the speediest velocity.
I am not a perfectionist but when time aids one in his motive, everything goes in its perfection.